Chapter 5The following day he got up extra-early and went down to The Bell to see what else he could help with. Gwen gave him porridge and asked whether he knew anything about plans for a regatta and boat decorations, and any required luncheon provisions, for after the Queen arrived. Peter had not known about this latest development, and sighed, and made mental notes about which of his friends he could speak to. A race might be fun; the suggestion of elaborate decorations would be met with skepticism. Cadence Bell might like operatic set dressing and costumes; the gales of Gull Skerrie argued otherwise.
He had a sip of tea, dark and strong. He let the steam caress his face.
A short and stylish flare of flame wandered downstairs, yawning, dressed in one of Jeremiah’s shirts and highly imp
